Ian, who was sitting proudly in Weaver’s work area, said as he raised his lips slightly.
“It’s been a while. Lord Weaver.”
Weaver bowed his head further to Ian’s plain voice. It was hard to get used to the noble atmosphere, though he felt it every time.
Every time he met someone from the Imperial Palace, there was a solemn tension in the air, but especially every time he met Ian, there was an air of intensity that was hard to describe.
Was it because of his beautiful golden eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to those of His Majesty the Emperor?
Or maybe it was because of the atmosphere of isolation that flowed from Ian. Regardless of everything else, it was a fact known to all people that Ian Alvar was better suited for the position of Crown Prince than anyone else.
“Yes, what brings you to the Swordsmanship Academy, Your Highness?”
The fact that Ian had visited the academy without any particular reason did not bode well. Perhaps it was to take the cadets to a battle for political purposes.
According to the people at the Imperial Palace, the cadets who would be going into battle with them would not be involved in any particularly big battles.
It was unknown if that was true or not… When the Imperial Knights called for cadets, it was almost always for the reason of protecting someone, but the cadets would fill the area around the important person, and the Imperial Knights would fight in a circle around them.
Therefore, if it was a battle that the Imperial Knights would win, it meant that the cadets would not be hit in any way.
However, if they were in a moment of inability to fight, the cadets would be helplessly bullet. Of course, everyone was silent on this matter.
Officers and students who participated in battles with the Imperial Knights were given the opportunity to join the Imperial Knights with special compensation.
That was a great benefit.
And so, when the announcement came from the Imperial Palace that they were looking for talents for battles, the cadets were excited.
The Imperial Palace only chose those who had moderate skills.
Those who were capable were wasteful to be used as bullet receivers, while those who were not capable were useless. They couldn’t even stay long enough to join the Imperial Knights.
“I didn’t come here for anything special………”
Weaver frowned reflexively at Ian’s murmur.
If he didn’t come here for anything special, then why in the world did he come to the Military Academy?
As he was thinking so, Weaver noticed that Ian was staring intensely at something. It was a document with a list of admitted students spread out on the desk.
Weaver moved his eyes and looked at Ian again.
Since when did Ian care about students entering the Academy?
Ian had never paid much attention to cadets who had not received proper education, no matter how talented they were.
“Are all the new students now in the class?”
Weaver replied, nodding.
“Yes, they are all doing their best to participate.”
“I see. How is the intensity of the classes? Is it hard for new students to keep up?”
